Blogging is like getting a tattoo: once you start, you can never go back. Many moons ago I had a blog. It served me well as a receptacle for all my brain lint though I was continually surprised at the amount of readers who made return visits instead of running away screaming in horror. It was part rant, part rave, part goofy and all the way soapbox. Unfortunately, life has a tendency to get in the way sometimes and, though blogging proved therapeutic for me, I was more in need of a total lobotomy to help me through the rough spots of the last few months. I found large quantities of Merlot with chasers of bleu cheese on Triscuits were a quicker and more luscious form of self preservation so that trumped blogging for a while. Besides, I reasoned, no one in their right mind would want to read about the trials, tribulations and bullshit that I was sorting out. My fingers have been itching, however, and I knew it was time to get things down in pixels again so, here I am. Where can the old blog and archives be found? Tsk, tsk. Not necessary to know. Allow me to start over, shed my old skin. Discriminating readers (or ones with a really good memory) may recognize me over time. If not, s’okay.
So. Where shall I start? Trials? Tribulations? Bullshit? Eh, we’ll get to all of that in due time. Right now I need a Triscuit.
